2 - 1: Daddies In The Office

Mary’s pov

“… and that’s how the margin would end up getting completed.” I only managed to catch the end of what my boss was saying and when his eyes instantly landed on me, I made a show of jotting down a bunch of stuff, acting like I was paying full attention to today’s meeting.

But I actually wasn’t.

I mean, how could I even? When this room was filled with daddies.

I don’t mean daddies with large bellies and ugly faces.., I meant, matured, cut and fit men, who were in their late thirties to early forties, each hot in completely different ways and making me soak my panties right now.

There’s Ezra, my boss and the man who made me realize that I might have a thing for older, strict men like him, and since that discovery, he has constantly haunted my dreams ever since.

After him, his four friends who he apparently grew up with, were the only ones present in this large conference room today.

Somehow, all of them ended up being successful and owning different companies, and in order to expand their reach even more, they’ve recently decided to work on a new project today, hence why these meetings have been constantly held everyday for the past three weeks.

Each meeting was worse than the previous one because it was like they all kept getting hotter, and that meant I found it even harder to pay attention to whatever is being talked about in the meeting, no matter how hard I try to.

“What did I say last, Mary?” Ezra, my boss called out and I stiffened, cussing underneath my breath before standing up fast. I cleared my throat awkwardly, my face flushing when all the eyes of the four other men present raked over me at once.

“I… you were talking about the margin.” I breathed out tentatively, fiddling with my fingers and feeling nervous as hell.

He snorted and I flinched.

“I was talking about the margin, but that wasn’t what I actually said,” he informed me and my heart fell into my stomach as I gulped emptily.

I was always nervous whenever my boss spoke to me, and it wasn’t just because he was hot and I had a massive crush on him. It was because he was also very scary. Scary in the sense that he was a no nonsense, strict man who ran his company with a strong fist. He was blunt, cold and had no time for emotions.

He could make grown men cry with just his tongue, so I was always nervous and on edge airing him. Right now, the nervousness was worst because his hot friends slash business partners were present and I didn’t wanna make a fool of myself in front of them, cause well, they were hot and I didn’t want them to see me as pathetic.

I might also be crushing on every single one of them.

“I… uh, I was listening—”

He cut me off sharply. “You weren’t.”

I cowered at once, ducking my head and gripping my shirt tightly.

“Now, now, Ezra, go easy on her.” Vlad, one of his friends drawled, amusement ringing in his voice and my face flushed all over again.

Vlad, a rich handsome Devil. At 6’4, thirty five and sporting large biceps and tights, he was pure sex on legs.

He dealt with the press and everything that concerned it, which meant he had a smooth tongue. He sometimes says some words to me that would make me bite back a moan, or quickly press my legs together, before he resumes whatever he was previously doing, like he didn’t just wreck my whole brain with a single teasing sentence. It made me mad at myself that I let those teasing words get to me, especially when I’m fully aware that he was just messing with me and would never be attracted to a nerdy loser like me. But of course, my body was a traitor.

Ezra sighed. “Stay out of this, Vlad. She is my secretary and you know that’s an essential position.”

I felt my stomach clenched in nervousness, while hoping he wouldn’t threaten to fire me again.

“It’s indeed an important position but cut her some slacks, she’s probably stressed out cause you undoubtedly overwork her.” Brian added this time, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, which made him look impossibly hot that my stomach faintly clenched.

Brian, the brain and the tech guru in the group. At thirty seven, was the leanest out of the bunch and the most playful. In his presence, I was less nervous than whenever I’m around the others. He constantly turned some sly and sinful smiles my way that always have me hyperventilating.

“Exactly, and everyone knows Ezra overworks all his workers.” Vlad pointed out and Ezra rolled his eyes, but u felt so grateful that his friends stood up for me. It made me feel so giddy and fed into my delusions.

“I pay all my workers well for overworking them.” Ezra pointed out as he sank into his seat. My eyes instantly zeroed in on his large muscles stretching out his shirt impossibly tight.

A hot pang of lust filled my stomach.

He was unfairly hot.

“You should go easy on her.” Zane quietly spoke, shocking me and making me stiffen at once. When I glanced his way, his intense eyes were on me and I instantly looked away as a shiver rolling down my spine.

Zane, he’s the one behind investments, having chains and chains of finance lines that brings in a lot of returns. He’s the most quiet, but despite rarely speaking, his eyes were always alert and constantly on me, watching as if looking for a flaw. Each time he stares at me, my body instantly heats up to my utter mortification. He was thirty eight.

I faced my boss again, swallowing emptily and at a loss of what to say. His eyes bored into mine, making my face flush again.

Before he could probably fire me right now, I blurted out the next words on my mind.

“May I please go use the restroom quickly?”

I didn’t wait for a response and raced out of the conference room, breathing hard as I stumbled to the restroom attached to this room, locking myself in the restroom and then collapsing against the door.

Before I could stop myself, I let my legs fall apart, then I slid a hand into my pussy and began to stroke my fingers through my heat, biting back desperate sounds after desperate sounds while my entire body shook and got engulfed by pleasure.

It wasn’t enough.

It was never enough.

A desperate sound left my mouth as I insistently stroked a finger over my clit while my legs tensed and began to shake as I felt myself slowly drawing closer to my orgasm. But it still felt far away and I just know I’d feel way better if I was being devoured by those hot daddies back in the meeting.

As that thought all materialized in my head, my pussy grew wetter.

“Daddy.” I whispered, my eyes falling close as my orgasm grew even bigger within my stomach, making my entire body start to shake as my moans grew louder while I imagined the five hot, older men all ruining me at the same time. They'd all certainly know what they’re doing in the bedroom, and the way they’d all undoubtedly take charge would certainly make me come with the tiniest graze against my clit.

As more sinful thoughts filled my head, my fingers glide more easily between my dripping pussy lips, making me try hard to stiffle the moans falling past my lips, cause I knew I wasn’t supposed to be touching myself in the fucking office restroom.

A firm knock against the door had me gasping and letting out a startled sound just my eyes widened in panic.

“Mary, what are you doing in there?”